(light music)
- Wow, a mob party!
- It's been years since I've been invited
to an evening soiree.
- Same.
Should we crash in uninvited?
- Let's make this party a rager!
- It's all about connecting to a greater consciousness.
I find that, players!
(zombies moaning)
- We're mobs, ya dingus.
- Oh, really?
Then why are you three always crafting stuff?
- Because it's fun.
- Because it's the point of this world.
- It's also so easy a child could do it.
- They speak of human spawn, a sign of the player.
- Burn them all!
- I take offense to that.
- Time to bounce!
- Ribbit!
- I can't believe how mean they were.
- They're just jealous.
- I don't know.
- Endy, we're not players.
- We're craftier than the average mob.
- Exactly.
Oh, sorry.
That's it, though.
When was the last time we acted like normal mobs?
- That's a loaded question.
- You don't understand.
Everything we do is something a mob would do
because we determine what is normal for ourselves.
And we are mobs.
- Okay then.
When was the last time any of us acted like a common mob?
- What are you leading towards?
- I think we need to connect with our roots.
Seriously.
This could be good for us.
- Witch life is so boring.
It's all wander around, cackle, brew a potion,
stalk a player.
That actually sounds fun.
I'm in.
- Yes!
What about you, Creeper?
- Fine.
- Woohoo! - Yeah!
- The crisp chill of a new day.
First, I should find a block I like.
Huh?
Now what?
(Witch cackles)
- Time to stand around doing nothing.
A new friend!
- This is my chunk.
Beat it, creep.
- Is solidarity dead?
We can group up, you know.
I used to have three creeper spawn friends.
- Oh yeah?
And what happened to them?
(creepers yelling) (helicopter wings whooshing)
- So it's cool if I hang here?
- No, this is my chunk!
Scram!
- Perfect.
What am I doing?
This is ridiculous.
I moved this block seven times.
And for what reason?
I'm leaving.
I don't need you to move to a better location.
You're fine just where you are.
(bunny yells)
It's nothing.
Nothing at all.
One more move, then boom, done.
(Witch cackles)
(glass shatters)
(Witch cackling)
- Dirt, gravel.
Pumpkin?
This is too much.
I can't think straight.
Too much pressure!
(Enderman yelling)
- How was being a creeper for the day?
- Lonely.
- Have you seen Enderman?
- No.
I expect he's out there living it up,
moving blocks from one dumb spot
to another even dumber spot.
(Enderman growling)
(skeleton yells)
- Help, help!
- What, huh?
- What do you want?
- Your Enderman friend has lost his mind.
You need to stop him.
- What happened to burning us at the stake?
- Your friend is dismantling this world.
He's flinging blocks off the ground
and digging a trench down to the Nether.
- The end blocks will stop him.
- Will they?
- Endy's been busy.
- He's gone mad!
- It's your fault.
You put it into his head that he wasn't mob enough.
- Whatever, just stop him.
- No.
- Witch.
- No!
Skeleton, you need to apologize.
- Sorry, Jeez.
- Not to us.
- To him.
- He'll kill me!
Fine.
Excuse me, Enderman?
Man?
I'm sorry I belittled you.
You are a mob and very enderman-y like.
It was wrong, okay?
You're not a player, you're a mob.
That's special or something.
I guess I'm jealous.
- You're not joking?
- I'm serious.
So will you stop destroying the world?
- Oh right.
Sure.
I'm good now.
- Don't craft as much though.
It makes the rest of us look bad.
(Skeleton yelling)
- That's what you get for being a jerk.
(all laughing)
(light music)